coobybook Chapter 251 Fried Dough Sticks and Soy Milk (1)
Chapter 251 Fried Dough Sticks and Soy Milk (1)
Zhu Qingqing: "Have you finished eating? Let me clean up. Hey, have Yang Wu and the others left?"
Wang Xiangdong: "Sister Zhu, we've almost finished cleaning up. You don't need to do anything anymore."
Yu Bo also said: "That's right, how can we let the chef wash the dishes?"
Father Zhu: "We've finished eating. We've finished eating. There's not even a pot left."
Zhu Qingqing: ………
what happened?
Father Zhu said with a smile, "Hey! You know what? That Yang Jiu couldn't bear to part with the soup base. He just took the pot away, mumbling that the remaining soup base could be used for cooking."
At this time, Wang Xiangdong quickly interrupted: "Oh, you know what, this hot pot ingredient is the most delicious when used to cook noodles! It's a pity that Yang Jiu got there first..." As he said that, he shook his head helplessly.
Zhu Qingqing, standing by, waved her hand and announced proudly, "That's no big deal! We'll definitely have plenty of leftover hot pot ingredients in the future. I've made up my mind. Tomorrow I'm going to find a shop and open our own hot pot restaurant! When the time comes, Lao Geng and Xiao Yu, you have to come and help me. That way, we can enjoy delicious hot pot every day!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Bo clapped his hands excitedly and exclaimed, "Wow, opening a hot pot restaurant, that's great! That's great!"
However, Wang Xiangdong frowned and said to Zhu Qingqing, "Sister Zhu, although eating hot pot every day is indeed quite nice, it is also necessary to change the taste occasionally. For example, tomorrow morning I really want to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks. Can you please fulfill this little wish of mine?"
Zhu Qingqing answered readily, "Of course, no problem! I'll go make it tomorrow morning. We have a soy milk maker at home, so making some soy milk is a piece of cake. And frying dough sticks isn't difficult either. If you have anything else you'd like to eat, just let me know."
Wang Xiangdong quickly thanked her: "Thank you so much, Sister Zhu!"
Yu Bo also said obediently: "Actually, it's great to be able to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks. We still have to be busy preparing things for the hot pot restaurant tomorrow, so don't let Sister Qingqing spend too much time preparing other food."
After hearing this, Zhu Qingqing smiled and praised: "Haha, my cousin is still the most sensible!"
Father Zhu: "Qingqing, there's one more thing. Yang Wu will be bringing soybeans tomorrow. Can you take some time to teach them how to make tofu? There's no tofu here. I think this is a business opportunity that we should seize."
Zhu Qingqing was also surprised: "No tofu? That really needs to be carefully planned.
OK, no problem. I'll take care of it."
After everything was cleaned up and the kettle was placed on the charcoal stove, everyone went back to the house to rest.
Zhu Qingqing went home to sleep because she had to make soy milk and fry dough sticks the next day.
Nothing happened that night, and no one was sent from the eldest lady's side, so she probably didn't have a fever, so everyone slept soundly.
When Lilac and Rose woke up, it was already daybreak.
Oh, why are you sleeping here? You actually slept on the couch in the front hall all night?
I quickly got up and went to the kitchen to boil water for the distinguished guest to wash.
When I went to the kitchen, I saw that Master Zhu was already there.
The two girls rubbed their eyes and said embarrassedly: "Master Zhu, we, we overslept."
Zhu Qingqing: "It's okay, I just came over too. You guys wash up first, there's hot water on the stove.
Well, the soy milk is boiling on the stove over here, don't touch it, come and watch me fry the dough sticks later."
"it is good."
The two of them hurriedly washed up and ran over to stand next to Zhu Qingqing.
Zhu Qingqing made the dough rise last night, and this morning she blended the soybeans in a soy milk maker and brought them over.
Zhu Qingqing placed the dough on the chopping board and said, "I made this dough rise last night. Watch me make it today. I'll teach you how to rise the dough later."
Lilac and Rose nodded quickly.
It’s only been one day and Master Zhu is going to teach them cooking. They are so excited.
He stared at Master Zhu without blinking.
Zhu Qingqing spread the dough out on the chopping board, rolled it into thin sheets with a rolling pin, and then cut it into even strips with a knife. She stacked two strips together and pressed them down with a chopstick...
At this time, the oil in the pot was also heated, emitting a rich aroma.
Next, she placed the pressed dough into the hot oil pan. With a sizzling sound, the dough rapidly expanded, becoming golden and crispy. Zhu Qingqing used chopsticks to constantly flip the dough sticks, ensuring they were evenly heated and fried until cooked through.
After a while, golden and crispy fried dough sticks came out of the pan, emitting an enticing aroma that made people salivate.
Zhu Qingqing carefully placed each golden, crispy dough stick onto a pristine white plate. Soon, the first plate was filled to the brim. Without stopping, she immediately began frying a second plate. As time passed, the kitchen was filled with a tantalizing aroma.
After the two plates of fried dough sticks were finished, Zhu Qingqing deliberately left a lump of dough and said to Dingxiang and Qiangwei with a smile, "Did you see and understand all the steps I just took?"
Lilac and Rose nodded hurriedly, indicating that they already understood what was going on.
Seeing this, Zhu Qingqing encouraged: "Well, now it's your turn to show your skills!" After that, she naturally moved to the side, giving the operating space to the two girls who were eager to try.
Dingxiang and Qiangwei took a deep breath and imitated Zhu Qingqing's movements. They first rolled the dough into thin pancakes, then cut them into evenly thin strips with a knife. Then, they stacked the noodles two by two and pressed them gently with chopsticks. When everything was ready, they carefully placed the semi-finished product into the boiling oil pan.
At this moment, Zhu Qingqing, who was watching from the side, quickly reminded, "Pay attention to the heat, don't burn the dough sticks." Hearing this, Dingxiang and Qiangwei nervously picked up chopsticks and stirred the dough sticks back and forth in the pot. However, unexpectedly, the stirring caused the tightly connected dough sticks to instantly separate.
Faced with this sudden situation, the two of them panicked and looked at Zhu Qingqing in bewilderment. Zhu Qingqing smiled and comforted them, "Don't worry, it's okay. As long as you make sure the dough sticks are cooked thoroughly, it'll be fine." After hearing this, Dingxiang and Qiangwei finally felt a little relieved.
While Zhu Qingqing was concentrating on staring at the boiling hot oil in the pot and the fried dough sticks, she hurriedly shouted to the two little girls beside her: "Pay attention! Turn it over quickly, otherwise it will get burnt!" Her nervous and anxious tone made the two little girls feel nervous and their hands moved faster.
"Okay, that's enough, stop now! Quickly pick up the dough sticks carefully with your chopsticks!" Zhu Qingqing called out, and the two girls breathed a sigh of relief, only to frantically resume their work. One of them, tightly gripping her chopsticks, carefully reached for the dough sticks in the pot; the other, eyes wide open, watched her companion's every move intently, as if afraid of any mistakes.
After some effort, the two girls finally succeeded in fishing the dough sticks out of the frying pan. However, when they carefully examined their work, they found that these dough sticks were not only significantly smaller than those fried by Master Zhu, but also darker in color, appearing slightly burnt. Despite this, being able to fry dough sticks by hand was already a significant achievement for these two girls, who were trying their hand at cooking for the first time.